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Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down

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It had only been two days and Tommy was tired of walking so much. He groaned in frustration as Tubbo just kept going through the woods, humming mindlessly as he held his backpack over his shoulders, glancing around the trees. The older boy with the green button up held a map and gazed around, seeming to study the surroundings. Before Tommy muttered;

"Tubs, we're lost aren't we?" Tommy rubbed his eyes in frustration as Tubbo sighed, "We're not lost we're just... On a long route?" he said like a question, not even believing himself with that. The younger teen with the red and white shirt grumbled and crossed his arms, "Is the place even still standing? We could've passed it hours ago and may not have even noticed."

The woods around them weren't that far from the town they both ran from and if someone actually searched for them, which wasn't likely, they would be caught instantly. But with these woods keeping them safe... They would never be found. After a fire started ages ago... Years ago in a mansion in the center of the woods, no one dared to get close to it.

But, when you're two teenage boys on the run, in need of shelter and some form of stability, you'll take a wild idea over common sense.

Tommy frowned as he shut the door to his bedroom, ever so gently to not make too much noise. It was surprising when Tubbo first saw Tommy like this. The younger one never liked to be quiet. But even from up in Tommys bedroom the two could hear Tommys parents scream at one another with nothing but pure hate in their voice... Perhaps Tommy just didn't want to add onto the hate... Maybe he just wanted things to quiet down. He flopped down in front of his bedroom door, feeling drained from trying to de-escalate his parents fighting. They didn't even know Tubbo was here... Not like it wouldn't be worse when he left.

Tubbo stared down at his friend with a mixed look of sympathy and pity. His home life... Well, that's just it, he didn't have one. He was mostly just... Alone. Which is why Tommy always called him clingy when he stayed with him rather than be home in his too quiet house. With notes on the fridge, saying that his mother would be gone for a week and his father was out for two.

He never really knew where they were at one time or where they even said they would go and he couldn't even care enough to think about it now. All he thought about... Was his best friend. His handful of friends at school... Anything that made it all not seem so quiet.

Tubbo sighed and sat down next to Tommy as the younger pulled his knees to his chest. He let out a shaky breath, "Why can't they stop.." he asked more to himself than to Tubbo or the air. The older sighed and flopped his head on Tommys shoulder, "Well. Most parents suck. I guess. Or they just really wanna annoy you." he hummed as that caused Tommy to roll his eyes with a snort. They landed back on the ground in thought. But then... They landed on the newspaper clipping and he knew just what to do.



“How well do you know the stories..? About the woods..?” he whispered gently.

Tubbo furrowed his brows before shrugging, “I mean, a lot more than most of the people who lived in town at the time.”

Tommy thought deeply, much longer than he usually does before looking up, “What if we went there?”


The thing is, people have gone missing in these trees. Some people say bears… Other people say they get lost… Others say they go to the remains of the fire. A year after the incident, a reporter went out through the woods. All they found was a camera.

Tubbo turned the map around. Tommy sighed as stared up at the sun rising. After resting and chowing down a granola bar or two, they went off again. Tommy honestly didn’t know how they were going to survive with only a weeks worth of food. But surprisingly there so many berry bushes and wild plants, they could make it on foraging and replanting for a while.

Tubbo furrowed his brows and looked around before grinning. He looked back at Tommy and quickly grabbed his hand as he shuffled the map together in his sparehand, “Big man, what's going-” And before Tommy knew it, Tubbo was running along with him, their hands tight together. The taller boy had to duck below taller branches as they ran, hunching down as his friend dragged him along, the two of them getting some scratches on their arms, but Tubbo didn’t seem to mind as they dashed together and his eyes shone bright with excitement.

Tommy felt exhausted but when Tubbo pulled him a thicket, that had a clearing in the center… With a house that could almost be considered a mansion.

Tommys eyes went wide as he stared up at it. Tubbo came to a halt in front of him, almost falling to the dirt as the two were in a bit of shock.

The house looked almost abandoned, obviously but for a house that was burned down… It didn’t even look damaged on the outside.


Tommy sighed in frustration. Tubbo was supposed to meet him right here on the corner of the crossroads in the center of town. He grumbled and crossed his arms, staring down at his feet. Tonight was the night they were leaving, either to go to the wreckage in the woods or to just… run. As far and as fast as they can away. His parents had finally let up tonight and he was just so… Tired of them. Tired of living like he did. Like he was just some object in their war path. But he was done. Just fucking done with everything… Except Tubbo. Mainly because Tubbo was always there and actually a good person.

But of course! The night they plan to leave is the night that Tubbo decides to forget they had a plan. Tommy sighed and glanced down at the newspaper clipping he brought with him. No one really knew what caused the fire… People saw the smoke once the Sun rose. The three of them that lived there was dead. What was strange is that they each were… Well, famous in their own right. Two of them weren’t even five years older than Tommy.

He only knew about one of the three that died … That one… They called Technoblade.


Tommy had heard about the duel in the news, about a world famous fencer from his hometown. Tommy, being only six at the time, was a boy who admired warriors, fighters! But the way he could hear the news reporter describe Techno from the radio that poured through the house. Tommy, being even more of a child, was fascinated by what he heard. Along with the duel.

The duel, from what he heard, was incredible.

He couldn’t just forget about that.


Tommy stared up at the building, before looking over to Tubbo. “You wanna go first big man?” He felt… Nervous for once in his life. Scared, even. Yet, he felt brave at once. Tubbo gently reached over to grab his friends hand, “Let’s… Let’s go in together, yea’?”

Tommy gulped nervously but nodded slowly, gripping his hand. Tommy put his spare hand on the door handle and glanced at Tubbo who gave him a reassuring smile. “Let’s do this big man!” Tommy grinned and pushed open the creaky door, almost stumbling into the mansion.

Tommy could feel chills go down his spine as he stepped foot into the abandoned mansion. It was in shambles, with floorboards scattered into pieces, broken glass chandeliers, and windows cracked with mold on the seal... It looked awful...

Yet it felt like home.

Tommy smiled and let go of Tubbos hand as he looked around the dusty and dirty room. Sure there were cobwebs and dirt everywhere. And somehow the house wasn’t burnt to the ground but… This could be something… Amazing.